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06-14-2015, 01:48 AM
ARELI
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Do you still believe in love, I wonder?
As the clouds darken above you, you glance up at the sky anxiously, willing yourself not to cry. You are a long way from home for a filly, and with the impending blizzard, you’re beginning to realize that perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. To make matters worse, Mama and Papa have no idea where you are.
So how had you ended up here alone in the Wilds? You hadn’t meant to get lost when you’d set off this morning. You’d only wanted to see Illy! You’d missed your brother, and tired of moping around the Falls, you’d decided to take matters into your own hooves and visit him in the Dragon’s Throat. It couldn’t be too far, could it? After all, you’d been there before! You’d even crept away early in the morning to give yourself plenty of time, feeling especially grown up as you’d nibbled at Orangemoon’s last dry grasses along the way. But what may have been an easy day’s flight for an adult pegasus was an entirely different matter for you. Halfheartedly, you flutter your wings, wishing that by some miracle you could fly away from this mess. But of course, you remain earthbound, and as the first flakes of the storm begin to fall, you cannot hold back the hot tears. You screw up your face and begin caterwauling like a banshee.
An hour later, you have cried yourself out. Only quiet snuffles escape your huddled form, with your head tucked beneath your wing. A thin crust of snow has accumulated on your back from where you have plopped down in the meadow of frost-covered thistles, and you are a nearly invisible brown and white lump amongst the brambles. If you ever made it back home, you’d never leave again! Hoping against hope, you raise your head for what must be the hundredth time this hour, and—
“MAMA!!” you scream, scrambling upward on stiff legs and barreling towards her as fast as they can carry you. For someone who felt so grown-up this morning, you’re certainly feeling like a day-old foal now. Tears of relief are streaming down your face, and you skid to a stop in front of her, practically falling over yourself in your attempt to shove your body under the warmth of her closest wing. “You found me,” you whisper tearfully, thanking every last Helovian god that Mama knew where to come looking.
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